I got contact lenses yesterday, after wearing glasses for a good 8 years of my life. It’s pretty cool how quickly I made the decision too, I started talking to friends about it Friday, and by Sunday, was driving home glasses-less for the first time in nearly a decade.
People who have had contacts for awhile will probably not find this at all interesting, but I cried like Chris Carraba at the optical shop. It took me ages to get the first lenses in, and when it finally did I immediately started tearing up. Soon I was starting to sniffle, too. The doctor patted me on the shoulder reassuringly and lied about how it was a very normal thing and not to feel bad, blah-blah-blah.
When I got home, I practiced taking the lenses off and putting them on again for about half-an-hour, crying all the while. I was a bit surprised how long it took to get used to rolling the little jelly-like things in my fingers, but I figured at least I had all the time in the world to learn.
The whole exercise paid off this morning when my right lenses popped off all of a sudden while I was driving to work (I must’ve put it in backwards). After managing to park with little or no depth-perception, I managed to get it back in a darkened parking lot with just the dashboard lights and the rearview mirror to guide me. So yeah, I’m pretty proud of myself :/